“Cool.” I nod. Logan’s parents are never home. They’re both big time movie producers. A lot of their stuff is filmed right here in Atlanta, but tons of their movies are done in other states or countries, or lots of times his parents are in LA for meetings and shit.
“I wish my mom and dad would take a fucking vacation,” I grumble, picking at the soggy label on my beer. My own parents are the exact opposite of Logan’s. First, if my mom and dad worked together, they’d have killed each other by now. They fight a lot. About stupid shit, like my dad working too much or my mom’s drinking or prescription drug use, or the other doped-up, rich bitches my mom hangs out with.
“Yeah, well, if your dad ever sells his company, he’ll have plenty of time to do whatever the fuck he wants. And plenty of money,” Logan points out. He holds his bottle up for a toast. I tap mine against his with a clink and roll my eyes.
“The old man’s talked about selling. Some crap about missing our entire childhood and wanting to make up for lost time. Screw him. He’s too fucking late. I’m eighteen in two months.”
“Your sister is still young. What is she, fourteen?”
I nod. “Yeah, she’s a freshman this year.”
“So… maybe he’ll at least put some effort in and show up in her life before she graduates,” Logan says. He puts his empty bottle on the ground. “It’s hot as hell out here and there’s naked chicks ten feet away. I’m going in.” Logan stands up, shedding his shirt and shorts before doing a cannonball into the pool wearing only his briefs.
The girls screech in delight and Silas laughs his ass off. I’m buzzing from the satisfying filthy, rough sex with Rory and the multiple beers. I finish the one in my hand and grab another, downing half of the cold drink before stopping to take a breath.
That would be the day my dad would ever stop working. I’d bet everything in my enormous trust fund he’ll eventually drop dead of stress or old age while sitting at his desk. Dad’s company is his life. My dad started and runs Hybrid Technologies, one of the largest software companies in the world. My mom, my sister, me… we always come second to Hybrid.
Six beers later, I wake up to Rory’s hot mouth around my dick. I squint in the bright sunlight. The pool is empty, which means Logan and Silas went in the house with their girls. My mouth is dry and I would love a drink of water, but there’s no way I’m going to stop a blow job. Instead, I lie back and let Rory work her magic mouth up and down my cock.
Britton
Have you ever looked death in the eye? Felt the icy chill of it crawling over your skin until you taste it? No? I have, and sometimes I think death would be preferable to living with that knowledge. Thankfully, I can’t remember.
I glance at the clock… again. Ugh! Only two minutes have passed since the last time I checked. Today is the slowest day in the history of school. It’s as if time stopped and is on a constant loop of the most boring ten minutes in the history of my existence. When the bell finally rings, I waste no time leaping from my chair and darting for the hall.
“Britt! Wait!”
Darn it!
My best friend, Reece, catches me the second my shoe hits the ground. Whatever, I’m in too much of a hurry to stop and talk, so I continue down the hall. If she has something to say, she can do it while I head to my locker to get my stuff.
“What is your hurry, Britt? Pants on fire or something?” she huffs, increasing her pace to keep up with me.
I dodge the other students, all of whom are eager to start the weekend. It takes forever to weave through them to get to my locker all the way on the opposite side of the school.
My face heats up and I duck my head to keep Reece from seeing. “Nothing. I, uh, just really need to get home on time today. No big deal.” My casual shrug ends up more like a stilted jerk of my head.
Reece’s hand darts out, gripping my upper arm, yanking me to a stop. “Hold up, Britton. I want to talk about tonight. Are you coming out with us?”
I’m so frustrated I want to scream. Friday is the only day of the week I get my fill of my favorite eye candy. Those few, meager minutes have to last seven whole days before I get another hit. And now my, used-to-be best friend is going to make me miss my weekly dose.
Agitated, I agree to going out later so she’ll let me go. “Call me, okay? I’ll talk to my mom about getting dropped off at your house.”
Reece grins and gives me a hug. “See? I’m easy? All you needed to do was say yes!” She releases me and flounces down the hall, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. As I stuff my books in my locker and grab my bag, Reece turns around, walking backwards as she calls out, “Don’t forget, Britton!”
I can’t help but laugh at my friend. Spunky, redheaded, and gorgeous, Reece Fielding and I have been inseparable since the second grade. Our dads are both executives at the same Fortune 500 company in Atlanta, so we’ve known each other practically forever.